“I don’t know, I just never really met him until Paul went insane.” Beth says with a shrug,
“what interesting pretenses”
“It was an interesting situation.” Beth says.
“Toko, the lightning has stopped, will you come out now?” Paul asks.
She hisses quietly.
“Toko, please. I promise the storm is over.” Paul says.
She backs up.
Paul sighs. Maybe, I could try to sing. He thinks.
Toko fonds a small hole under the couch and enters it.
Paul starts to quietly sing.
She curls up inside the couch.
Paul stops and gets off the floor her lays down on the couch and watches the storm through a window.
A small cloud of ash creeps through the alleys of the town, greying the walls of the adobes.
Paul pushes his hand between the couch cushions, and finds a small hole. He pushes through and starts to pet Toko gently (@ace)
She gently bites his finger.
“Fine.” Paul says as he stops petting her.
She begins to lick it.
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Paul smiles. “That tickles.” He says.
The cloud of ash dissipates, revealing a figure. That’s fun, but it’s so exhausting. The figure wanders around in the alleyways.
OOC: Just to make things clear, Is he in Paul’s village?
OOC: Nope, Lone Mesa. Unless his village has adobes, in which . . . still no.